Thinking bout it I think I need some changes/
Man's mind popping think I am going deranged, it's/
Insane in the membrane fantasies and clothesline panties/
Everybody wanna see me on my fantasy/
Pantastic fallacy, I don't rep Palace but my mind is a Palace, see/
Couple doors to be opened,
Couple beds to be copped,
Couple friends to come cotch.
They all want to see you hurt, but I've been planning this, I prepared a bed just like the first we slept on, hopefully that'll help you, I've been playing far too much Fortnite, I swear the bonfire in her garden healed us, or was that the smoking, or the laughter, or the amber keeping our eyes awake, allowing muscles to slump into soft tummies and the tinny sound of that broken Bluetooth speaker.
How can time can be a teacher, how the spitting wood was a preacher, how friends are like lessons learnt, they'll deal out irresponsibly until we pass.
The warmth will always be familiar,
You'll never behave sillier.
Speak words with rhythm or sit on the curb imagining what it's like to hold hands again./
Keep yourself held to the word of trust and hot coffees until you got bandages./
Speak words with rhythm or sit on the curb imagining what it's like to hold hands again./
Keep yourself held to the word of trust and hot coffees until you got bandages./
Thinkin' bout all the dreams we be having/
Thinkin' bout all the times and the panic/
We got all the flippin' time on the planet/
And you wanna spend the whole time planning/
Come on sir now you gotta see that's tragic/
Head full like the ocean full of plastic/
Dumb fool now you can't be fantastic/
And you wanna spend the whole time crashing.
Speak words with rhythm or sit on the curb imagining what it's like to hold hands again./
Keep yourself held to the word of trust and hot coffees until you got bandages./
